Fang Talks

Unsavvy Codewimp

As an amateur writer I sometimes like writing short, often single-part works. Here you’ll find the ones I chose to publish for whatever reason. Enjoy.

The ground under his feet trembled and shifted. Every kick down into the dirt precise and calculated.

‘Bhan, don’t do this.’ his sister pleaded. ‘You don’t have to.’ The guards in front of her knew it was no use. Bhan had gained notoriety in the area for his stubbornness. He was quick on his feet, everything else about him was unmoving. Rumor had it not even the elements of Nature itself were able to bring him down. He wasn’t planning on going anywhere. Everything around him just had to conform.

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There’s people in my town. People who intend to walk into Paradise.

There isn’t much around our parts, so it’s no surprise folks have a hard time keeping their sanity. I guess it keeps the place peaceful, but aren’t we here for living? Not according to Father Herman we aren’t. The good man had himself convinced our little town plays a role of sacrifice in God’s schemes. Not because of anything about the place itself, but it’s location rather. Those who walk more than a couple steps northward will find themselves on climbing. Apparently we’re right next to Heaven.

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‘Go on, get it done!’ they yelled at me. ‘Write, something good this time!’

The sun started evaporating the sweat on my skin as soon as I went outside. The air conditioning had spoiled me. With a pencil and notebook in hand, shadowed by the guards, I sauntered towards the park. Its surprisingly lively foliage would keep me from shriveling up in the heat of late spring.

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I am writing this record for future thinkers, in the hope they are smarter than me.

For generations Varr has plagued us, and unbroken rule of fear and death. Seeking a method of defense I have studied the devilish creature, observed its behavior, measured its ability. By all accounts my life should have gone to Ama thirty times over. Yet I lived. Persevered. To all who may read this and suffer under the pressure of Varr, use the information written herein to your advantage. An end must be put.

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Consider this “somewhere”. (previous)

He reached out to grab his hand, to inspect it more closely. But the moment of contact was a momentary lapse in consciousness.
‘What did you do?’ He jumped back. ‘What was that?’
They blinked, synchronously. That same moment of blackness again, and a perspective shift. One puked, the other barely held it in.
‘Weren’t you just standing… here?’ he mumbled through heavy breathing.
He looked up, wiped his chin. ‘Same.’ A barely recognizable grunt. He blinked, and so did he. It happened again. The vomit was no longer at his feet, but over there with the other guy.

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